I'm Lily Potter and I'm married to James Potter. It is the evening of Halloween 1981. I was rummaging through the cupboard trying to find Harry's (our baby's) rattle (he always magic's things somewhere else!) and I came across this. My old school diary. I have this… burden, and I have to confess to someone. James knows – he's going through it too. And, reading this diary, I've realized something.

Will Harry get to find his true love? This stupid, stupid prophecy was made, endangering my only son's future, threatening to take his life. It's not fair. He may not even get to see Hogwarts. I may not even see him grow up.

I am sitting here, struggling not to cry, while Harry gurgles on my lap. How could anyone want to harm such a beautiful baby? He looks just like his father – except his eyes. He's inherited my emerald eyes. He's going to break a lot of hearts. If he gets that far in life.

Everytime I look at him, my eyes fill with tears. Why him? He's so innocent – he hasn't done anything to Voldemort. He doesn't deserve this. And his fate rests on Peter Pettigrew's shoulders. I don't trust him at all. How could Lupin be the spy? He's been a life long friend. Peter… he's just an attention seeking rat. Literally. I don't know what James and Sirius see in him.

I haven't slept in weeks. Ever since I heard of this prophecy, I lie in bed every night, staring out the window, wondering, how long? How long? So does James. He comforts me, holds me while I cry, sometimes crying himself.

I don't want Harry to die… why's he cursed? Why can't it be me? Dumbledore's done everything he can. There's not much to do. Except sit back… and wait. I've never wanted something to pass so quickly in my life.

I keep telling myself I am a Gryffindor, I'm strong, loyal, brave...

…but I'm only human.

The sum of the prophecy is that Harry must… be murdered or murder. Merlin, why? It's not fair. Nothing's been far since Voldemort came to power. Last week James's mum and dad – my parents–in–law – were murdered. I know what it's like – no parents. I just can't bare the thought that the outcome of this war is on the shoulders of the little baby drooling in front of me.

Of course, it may not even be him. Frank and Alice Longbottom – good friends, nice people – also have the burden. Their child, Neville, was born around the same time as ours. He could be the one. But no one knows – not until Voldemort 'marks one as his equal'.

Sorry if there's a bit of food on this, James is feeding Harry, who has his dad's feeding habits. Why are boys so messy?

Merlin here come the tears, I'm watching James laughing, trying to feed a giggling Harry who won't eat. How many more times will I see this? How many more times will I see James and Harry laugh? Hopefully many.

James noticed my tears. He abandoned feeding Harry and comforted me.

"He'll be fine. If he has his mother's determination and bravery, Voldemort doesn't stand a chance!" James said, hugging me.

"He's just a baby!" I sobbed, "It's not fair that he has so much responsibility!"
Sirius appeared with a pop and frightened the hell out of us.

"Sirius, please warn us next time," James said heavily, looking up at Sirius through dull eyes, holding me against his chest and rubbing my arm.

"Sorry guys," Sirius apologized. "Bad time?"

"N-no, it's okay Sirius," I muttered, wiping my face on my robe and standing up. "Thanks for coming over," I whispered, hugging him. I wish I could just rewind to the days were me, James, Sirius and Remus hung out, laughing at the lake. Before my parents died – before James' parents died… before the prophecy… If only life were that simple. That blissful. That carefree.

"It's okay Lils," Sirius said softly, hugging me tightly, "its okay…" Over the short years, we had all grown up so much. Especially Sirius.

James stood up. Giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, he returned to Harry. I glanced at the Grandfather Clock over Sirius's shoulder.

"Sirius, do you not have to see Dumbledore?" I asked him, drawing away and pointing at the clock.

"Damn! I do! Sorry! See ya James, See ya Lils. I'll be back later!" Sirius Disapparated with a loud pop.

After Sirius left, I picked Harry up (seeing he isn't going to eat anymore) and brought him upstairs. Saying goodnight, I turned off the light and went downstairs. Sitting beside James, I leant on his chest and he put his arm around me, like we did all those years ago. All those years ago…

Someone's coming up the path… Sirius?... no… Remus? … no … Peter? … no … Halie? … no … Claire? … no … Jimi? … no … oh no… Merlin no… no, no, no, no God, please no God please no… its…

Him…